Thirty years later my petty crime came back to haunt me.
First Person
I routinely saw patients who were racist, sexist, demanding, and cruel. They were also afraid, exhausted, in pain, and helpless.
We embrace uninitiated visitors, rowdy children, and blue jeans. Why not tears?
He came to our community meal for years before I realized that I was asking something of him, too.
We went on with four performers instead of 10. It was invigorating.
The Red Sea, the baptistery, and the birth canal
Jewish history tells me to be both compassionate and alert. When it comes to the Palestinian conflict, I don't know how to do both at once.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “indulgence.”
The Red Sea, the baptistery, and the birth canal
Cone was a profoundly biblical thinker. His Christology captured my imagination.
The tension was palpable. Then a white student stood up and said something I've never forgotten.
You cannot bear witness with a single word like genocide. Yet Night describes exactly what happened to me.
I was counting on her discretion.
Of all the things I could have gone donkey nuts over, it was "quiet time" that pushed me over the edge.
I am finally old enough to admit something: the mysteries of adulthood, those "mature themes" we try to hide from the young, are mostly stupid.
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